Luyện nghe bài hát Nuthin' To Do

Check it on the one you Com is gonna (X3)
And it out ha.
1:
My do laps around tracks and adapts
to any I'm the comma comma Chameleon
I use to pop a willy on my blue and gray ray
that had mags, that is when bitches had Gucci
And rock'n Starters looking harder than niggas
wore clothes that exposed their figures
87 steps in the jam, the police come
fights there would be one, numbers I get at least one
We come to the get together with
You wouldn't know how we was, we all didn't sit together
Eat up all your vittles, drink your and then step to
The next que, let's do it again
That was when mad was tall and phat was
The days of Old Chicago and Fun Town as we run round
Play strike outs sun down, but the shit ain't as fun now
And the city is all run down, we down to Jew Town
Talking cat down on some gear, have enough for a Polish and car
I stare, at what use to be and think about who use to cop our

(Who?) Our neighborhood father

I'm out with my crew, ain't to do but ah,
"Niggas be rollin'" - Ol' Dirty from Protect Ya Neck
Ain't nowhere to go, so I hook up a hoe while I
"Niggas be rollin'"
Gotta make a stop take a leak and get chops cause um
"Niggas be rollin'"
We hit the streets for some brew and some eats cause um
"Niggas be rollin'"
2:
I got rhymes then the Manor got folks had style
Since I went to McDowl, boats
And penny loafers yo I had the nickel in
We use to in my yard but now I dribble the rhyme
It's like rain couldn't make our game stop
Skeeter hit from the SAME spot
Jamal had tore my down, get down, put your body in motion
Only the survive, whether on the 6 or the 5
as hot as sex use to be at the Racket
Ball Club with music by Hatchet
Or either Beat Box Ferris at them country club
Would be hot as hell and house stud get "Find a body!"
Sawyers I would go there, hip hop clubs were so
I like the music anyways and it was always there
Whitney Young and Kenwood was said to have the best chicks but mostly High Park and V hoes Is who I with,
The best shit was troopin' to the loop with your positions cutting class to get ass but still go the
(I remember that) ya mella's crib while his old girl was at work
Bust a spolie on the spread, but sill have some on shirt

3:
I tuned into BMX and taped Farly on the
I took the 6 instead of the 28 to get faster
Then HBK was the only station that fuck with rap
You was on the by yourself cats a say up your hat
What you could you make of it, you was a gump they'd take ya
Either fight or for it, we go to the lake and get full
My drink then was Boons and Red
I remember in Avenlon, and peeing in a pool
I I was cool, with my "members only" and a bowl fade, walk to Walgreen to get the sportin wave pomade, and soft brush,
as we got older we would stalk rush and fags
Go to Marshals and change tags, I snagged niggas
And games are off the wall, in softball, Piggy one I would
When I first got my way callin', I caught Marsh tryin' to lie
Home of the original gangbangers, and ain't Chi